Chapter 67:
Caroline's POV
“f**k you,” I spat, and drove the shard into his thigh.
He screamed, an animalistic, high-pitched howl that echoed through the warehouse. His eyes bulged. His hands flailed. His leg buckled.
“You crazy little b***h!” he shouted, stumbling back.
I twisted the shard deeper, felt it grind against bone. He collapsed to one knee, clutching his thigh, blood gushing between his fingers.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” I hissed, yanking my hand free. “That’s what prey does when it stops running.”
He lunged for me, but I was already moving. My fingers slipped against the rope binding my wrists, my skin tearing with it. The pain was blinding, but I yanked again and again until I was free.
“I’m going to cut out your tongue for this!” he shouted, dragging himself across the flo
